Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Niccolo sat in roughly two inches of hot water, cleaning his body as thoroughly and as carefully as he could while keeping his stab wound dry… and while trying to ignore the straining erection between his legs.
Georgia had practically danced around the house closing all the curtains and blinds, cocooning them inside, and then she’d run the bath for him.
While he’d lowered himself into it, she’d tied her hair into a knot on the top of her head and stepped into the walk-in shower in the corner of the bathroom they were sharing.
Now she was lathering herself with a seductiveness that had turned his loins to lava.
Where this change in mood had come from he couldn’t begin to guess. Didn’t have the capacity to guess even if he wanted to because, Dio, she was so damned sexy. The way she soaped those glorious breasts… the way she slipped her hand between her legs and closed her eyes and parted her lips…
The memory of the night he’d left the bed to get them a drink and returned to find her lying on her back with the bedsheets thrown off, one hand squeezing a breast, the other between her legs, her eyes glazed and her lips parted just as they were now…
She’d ignored him, he remembered. But she’d been wholly aware of him. Wholly aware when he’d spread her legs to kneel between them, taken his cock that had gone from flaccid to rock hard in a beat and began to masturbate over her.
He would never forget the way the tendons of her neck had strained or the flush of colour that had stained her cheeks when she’d brought herself to a climax. It had been all he could do to hold on to watch and climax with her. It had been the most thrilling solo orgasm of his life.
And now she was rinsing the suds off the beautiful, voluptuous body pregnancy had only enhanced and given him more of, and stepping out of the shower, and all he could think was that it was no wonder he’d spent the last four months celibate.
Georgia was all the woman a man needed. How he’d ever allowed himself to believe he could live without her was a question for the philosophers. Niccolo’s heart and body belonged to Georgia, his shy virgin whose shyness had lasted about five minutes before the heat between them had burned it away.
The only sound the water sloshing in the bath as he rose, Niccolo climbed out.
Not a word was exchanged while they dried themselves and brushed their teeth. All conversation came through their gazes locked in the mirror’s reflection.
It was a conversation they’d shared many times, all lust and sexual promises.
But this time their silent conversation ran deeper, touching his heart as well as his loins, and when she put her toothbrush in the glass and reached for his hand, he entwined his fingers through hers and let her lead him into the bedroom with his heart fit to burst.
On the bed, they stretched out facing each other. The tips of her voluminous breasts crushed against his chest, and for the longest time just gazed into each other’s eyes.
She gently rubbed her thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m sorry for biting you.”
“I know you are.”
Her eyes suddenly gleamed. “Shall I kiss it better?”
He inhaled her soft scent deep into his lungs. “I think that would be very helpful for my recovery.”
Inching her face a little closer, she delicately brushed her lips to the tiny mark her teeth had made.
“Does it hurt to kiss?” she whispered.
“Not as much as it hurts not to kiss.”
Her face creased in a lascivious smile, she brushed another featherlight kiss to his mouth, then dragged her mouth over his cheek to his ear.
Scratching her fingers down the hair of his chest and abdomen, she met the head of his erection and brushed her thumb to it with the same delicacy she’d kissed his mouth.
Encircling the lobe of his ear with her tongue, her husky voice thick with desire, she murmured, “Lie back and keep still. I need to check if anywhere else needs kissing better.”
Excitement thrumming through his loins, his mouth filling with moisture, he gladly obeyed.
Slowly, tenderly, she pressed her lips down the column of his throat.
Niccolo closed his eyes and willingly submitted to the pleasure.
Georgia was the only lover he’d ever been able to be completely free with; free to be himself and explore all his hedonistic fantasies.
Before, he’d believed the state of mind she induced in him came from her being a virgin their first time together, the act of her entrusting herself to him unlocking something within him that allowed him to entrust himself to her.
There had been no holds barred, no judgements, nothing off limits.
If either of them didn’t enjoy something, they simply moved on to something else that they did both enjoy.
Maybe the fact of her virginity and all the trust things that came with it had played its part, but he knew now that it was more than that.
Much more. In Georgia, he’d find his soulmate, and if he hadn’t been so set in his mind on never wanting a family of his own, he would have recognised it sooner instead of running from everything she made him feel.
Now he was running to it. Now he was savouring all the feelings, and when her tongue traced a ring around his flat nipple before her lips clamped on it and her fingers finally wrapped around his throbbing cock, Niccolo closed off his mind and surrendered himself completely.
Georgia hadn’t realised quite how badly she’d missed this.
In all their months apart, she’d not given a thought to sex, had felt not a flicker of arousal, but now, with the taste of Niccolo on her tongue and in her mouth and intense heat throbbing deep inside her, she had the hazy thought that making love with Niccolo was the greatest joy life had to offer.
It was a joy she needed. They both needed it.
Close off the world and lose themselves in each other and the closeness that belonged only to them.
With the biting sucks to his nipples she knew turned him on so badly, she adjusted and tightened her grip on his erection, increasing the pressure as she moved her hand up and down the rigid smoothness.
Lower down she dragged her mouth, kissing and licking every inch of his chest and abdomen, and lower down she crawled until she was knelt between his legs.
Feeling like she could explode with desire, she licked the head of his cock and murmured, “Does this need kissing better?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he groaned, and reached out an arm to spear his fingers through her hair.
Before Niccolo, whenever Georgia had thought about blow jobs, it had always been a shiver of distaste before she pushed the thought out of her mind. What could any woman get out of it?
And then she’d taken Niccolo in her mouth for the first time and learned exactly what a woman could get out of it.
The thrills of pleasure that raged from her loins and spread out to her veins at his groans and grunts were as powerful as the thrills that ravaged her when he buried his face between her legs and made her come with his tongue.
She’d never been able to take him whole in her mouth, but that had never mattered, and as she slathered her tongue up and down the shaft, there was the dim notion that it was because he’d never cared.
He’d been happy with whatever she’d been willing and able to give.
He’d never tried to force her or manipulate or pressure her into doing anything, which had freed her mind into wanting to try everything and not be shy about saying it because there was never any fear.
Niccolo was the lover from her books wrapped in flesh and blood, and it was as much through his lovemaking as everything else that she’d fallen in love with him.
His groan when she covered the head with her mouth and slid her lips tightly down the length connected straight to her groin.
With her heart and the spot between her legs on fire and her hand and mouth working in tandem, she pleasured him until he was grabbing fistfuls of her hair and mumbling her name over and over.
When she judged that she’d tormented him for long enough, she licked the head again and then licked down the shaft to his balls for more erotic torture.
Licking and sucking them in turn, she let her tongue and mouth drive him wild, then dipped her head to lick lower, would have gone lower still if he hadn’t gently pulled her head back.
His face was contorted with desire. “I want to be inside you.”
God, she loved this man. Loved him so much and so hard that it was painful to breathe.
Crawling back up, she rested her hands on his chest and straddled his abdomen, careful not to touch or put any pressure on his stab wound.
Eyes locked on Niccolo’s hooded, sensuous stare, she leaned forward and lowered herself onto his thick shaft. Sensation throbbed through her entire being as he slowly filled her.
His eyes pulsed, hands reaching for her face, his neck lifting as he gently pulled her down to him. Their mouths caressed. His lips parted, thick, silken tongue sweeping into her mouth, and then Georgia was lost to everything but Niccolo and the passion burning through them.
Mouths fused, she cupped his head tightly as she rocked on him, shivering at the sensation of his fingers dancing over her back; his every touch, every sweep of his tongue against hers stoking the flame of desire that blazed so brilliantly.